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on a pond. They passed the last houses, and were between
the open fields,

Mr. Munn raised his head to scan the sky. " It's funny," he
said, " but in town, you know, you don't notice much what
the weather's like."

"There're a lot of things you don't notice in town," she

He continued to look at the sky, which showed no sun, and
at the lead-coloured horizon. " What?" he asked.

" Oh," she answered, " yourself, for instance."

"Yourself?" He looked directly at her, but she did not
meet his gaze.

" Yes, yourself." She looked up the road, over the horse's
head. Then she continued: " Yes, when I was in St. Louis,
all that time, I didn't know a bit what I was like, really. I
never noticed myself. I did things, and I never knew why."

"Not often, any place, a man's too sure why he's doing
something/' Mr. Munn said. Then: " Not often, but some-
times, by God."

" I never was," she told him, " before."

" Are you now?"

"Surer," she replied.  "Now."

They fell silent for a few minutes, looking at the fields and
the distant woods. Then she asked, " Are you?"

"Am I what?" He knew what she meant, but like a man
who plays for time, he parried the question.

"Sure," she said.

" Not always."

" I thought you were, always."

"Why?" he demanded.

She paused, then went on: "Because you look that way.
The way you move. The way you say something. You say it
like you were sure. And what you've done."

"Whathave I done?"

She continued to look up the road. " Oh, nothing, that is,
not any one thing," she replied, "not any one thing. Just
everything sort of taken together, you know."